C890 My ribs

"No, I'm thinking that my illness should be better. It can't affect your work." She smiled and acted like a spoiled child, tilting her head like a schoolgirl. She knew I couldn't stand it, and she wouldn't let go of my soft spot.

"There's nothing wrong with the company. I won't be able to rest assured that you'll be alone in the room before you recover completely." "No," I said